Poland lay underneath Lithuania panting, he really liked this sastifastion that Lithuania seemed to be giving him both with little idea that celiling Russia was watching Liet thrust it in going faster and faster with ease once Poland moaned these commanads but not going rough au hard a bit. Lithuania breathed out blushing then he decied to go hard and thrusted it in hard this time making Poland scream in pain and quickly lift his body up then relax "like...w-what did i like tell....you like....g-g-going hard?" Poland
Poland sighed contently, HE. WAS. BORED. then he rolled over sighing again "what's wrong Poland?" Lithuania asked looking down at him. "Oh like nothings wrong, it just that i'm like, SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TOATLLY BORED" Poland alisema then he sighed again "you know i can take wewe to that field that we were before...where...you..did that...you know....THING..." Lithuania alisema smiling instantly Poland sat up and placed his hands on Liet's cheeks "well...i was like..." then Poland began to songesha his head mbele slowly, blushing. "Thinking...
Liet: um...poland why are wewe staring at my shirt? Poland: *begins to sing* let me borrow that juu let me borrow that juu let me borrow that juu i want to borrow that top Liet: *confused face* eh...what poland? Poland: *grabs Liet's shirt* that's such a cute top! that's such a cute top! i wanna borrow it let me borrow the juu Liet: *sighs and face plants* Poland: aren't we friends? aren't we friends? so what's the problem? let me borrow the juu Liet: ugh..no thank wewe Poland i don't want wewe to borrow my top
I had to explain the character Poland to one of my non-Hetalia watching Marafiki at school. "Hmmm..." I said, "He's pretty much the valley girl of Hetalia." That was the only wat I could explain it to her in ways that she would understand.
ilitumwa zaidi ya mwaka mmoja uliopita